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Hudley’s printer Romanza Bye Bye

That sound I know so well. After creation and then out comes the published satisfaction. The freedom to think, creative and print is still a revolution to me. Even if it is only my own little voice under a blue, raining or black evening sky. My high and our bliss!

A focused effort together. My voice, our voice… gone.

This printer is obsolete. The HP Offset 6230 ePirnter is dead. Just like in the film 2001: A Space Odyssey when the Hal 9000 started to screw up. After about 10 years I slowly removed myself from my publishing friend.  We had 10 years together. The technological sound, the romanza, of printer and creator, our characters made music together.

The little sounds you made letting me know that it was you who, with savvy,  was moving the planned projects forward. Fresh printed ink on paper. Now I say goodbye… RIP.

 



A special power-up Super hero from Flopside Comics…

Something is in the air here at Flopside Comics ! Whirling power ramp-up takes down the EVIL! Bring down the power of assholes of highest degree ! Bring clarity to the opposing chaos and negative propaganda! A direct and focused SUPER FUCK! It’s real magic!

A promise of bliss and orgasmic creative variables for the incorruptible !

You know what I’m talking ’bout!


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PUNK@LULLBY DIY Journals one-four.


My Punk@lullaby Journal One

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. Beginning Journal of a punk rock chick from the San Fernando Valley who became a co-editor and publisher of the underground punk Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine 1979 to 1989.


My Punk@lullaby Journal Two   $6.00

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. The continuing memories of the early punk scene as well as Hudley’s life and adventures. The next journal three will be out in Mid-April 2017.


My Punk@lullaby Journal Three  $6.00

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. The continuing memories of the early punk scene as well as Hudley’s life and adventures. Drugs and foolish love Issue. More to come out…


My Punk@lullby Journal Four

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8 1/2 by 5 1/2 Booklet. The continuing memories of the early punk scene as well as Hudley’s life and adventures. The tape recorder Issue. I dedicate this issue to the one and only tape recorder we used at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. On the cover is one of my favorite pics of the early punk scene with Subhumans (Canadian Band) and Samoans. Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary and Jim. I am holding Flipside’s tape recorder. Picture by Al Flipside.

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My Dream Is Real

Today The Seminary of Praying Mantis has just published the first book (chapbook) of poetry.

A great accomplishment for me today. My first published book of poetry. DIY of highest degree with all the respect due to the many others who share their passion. It is just a hell of a happy day… just one step… of making my dreams come true.

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That woman walk … A dip thing…

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My favorite Marilyn Monroe film is Clash By Night. It is a rather unknown Noir film with leading lady Barbara Stanwyck. The reason I like this film is because Marilyn’s character is so good. She is charming, sexy, cute and loyal. The beginning of a great dramatic actress. There are some remarkable scenes shared by Barbara and Marilyn. One particular scene I love is when they do a walk tight togther.

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They connect and do a deep dip walk with long strids. As if the whole world disappears and it is just them on stage.

Defiantly affirming their place in the world. It makes me cry and feel as if I could join right in. In general their relationship portrayed in this film seems good, playful and accepting; the older actress making way for the younger one. I enjoy studying  Barabara Stanwyck’s Noir films. They have that dip into the dark side of reality that is pulling at all the right emotions. There is nothing like her type of Film Noir.

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Tell Us the Truth

Sham 69 are playing around. Shows with good and bad reviews. As though my heart does not sense the beating heart of another comrade, from my youthful rebellion, who touches the soil of the land. Dancing around and around in my room like Rumpelstiltskin around a fire singing these simple words;
“They don’t understand no they don’t understand
They don’t wanna understand…”

These are my first dancing memories of punk rock. As I spiraled into the heart of it… I also spiraled out. Seeing with peripheral vision the shadows of days gone by, I am often pulled again into this guilty, responsibility of a musical addition.
As a succubus that pulls at my firmer soul, I pull it off. I hold by conscience, my individual power and resist this. Jumping into the anger of youthful rebellion. I am not her anymore. Reflective and mature and proud… I can take it. Nothing to prove or take with me…but friendship. No affirmation of great things to hold on to. As the rogue wave of darkness envelops those we love in death. So too the scene that once was is slowly taken away by this same darkness. Happy for the boys in the band that linger on…for now!! “Everyone keeps telling me I’m gonna be free
We all know we’ll never be free.”

Mr. Leprechaun’s Ode to the Dandelion

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I am sure there are multibillion dollar businesses to kill the dandelion. ~ Mr. Leprechaun.

Since we fired our gardeners because they were slacking on the job and ignored our roses, I have let my dandelions grow wild again. The birds like them, and the bees and hummingbirds love them. Yellow green sturdy little wild things they are. I love them too. This is an ode to them.

While almost asleep and with the widow open to feel the breeze during my nap time, I heard a little story in the wind …

 Did you know that if you let the dandelion grow in your garden and on your lawn it is the perfect place for a little leprechaun to rest; in case they cannot find a mushroom that is? If you wonder by and see one drinking, it may very well be some dandelion beer. They will ask to share some with you. Their pints are about as big as they are. It would be about a cup full for a human being. So the story I heard is this and it became strangely intimate.

“If you are kind enough to take a ship of me earthy brew, a couple of valuable gold coins will show up on your front door dear.”

“Really I whispered?”

“Yes, and as you pick up the gold, whisper to the wind how the beer tasted to you!”

“I see.”

“I want the truth lassie. No lies. Then I will give you two more gold coins.”

“I hear you.” I said

“Share this story… if you will, ‘Cause I need them dandelions to make me brews!!”

Drink me brew, drink me brew

Three pints for me and one for you

Dandelions make a great big stew

Green, yellow and nectar too.

 Birds are singing and flowers are wooing

Feet are dancing and twilight coming

We are here and dance and laugh

Rich with gold, gems and beer!!

 Dandelions here, Dandelions there

Let them grow, let them grow

Me dear, me dear

Let them grow me dear!!

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‘De trop’, no way !!

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Either you repeat the same conventional doctrines everybody is saying, or else you say something true, and it will sound like it’s from Neptune. ~ Noam Chomsky

The sciences are a good thing. Rover on Mars looking back at the Earth is amazing. Yet reading Dante Alighieri’s biography I find that he studied liberal arts courses, “Which offered Latin, geometry, arithmetic, astronomy (actually astrology) and music was to be passionately attached all his life.” Pg. 11

During the Middle Ages science, art and music were not separate as they are today. With astrology, the planets affect us. Now I wonder how our Earth affects those on Mars or the other planets in our solar system? My point being is that science is a very bare bones reality where all of its theories are well supported, at least enough to go to other planets via technology.

I feel what makes Dante so special to me is that he is the perfect person who, at one time, brought together science, art and music.  He is the perfected human being who shows us that having a soul is part of the human equation of being, and with an honest spirit humanity inspires to know all the stratosphere of human nature. We are accountable for ourselves in a divine way. A very creative solution to the problem of humanity !!! Humor included as Mr. Dante is no fool on this matter !!

Oldest son is just starting a physics course today at the local university. We often debate what is real and what is illusion, as two Gemini our Mercury fires up with heated dialogue.

And then there is Neptune. I love Neptune; the color and mystery of it’s round luminosity. I hear this week Mercury goes retrograde right into the belly of Neptune, astrological speaking of course. The week ahead is a time to feel. As Luna waxes strong into Valentine’s Day, it is a time of a kind of inner pregnancy of feelings; it may be a delightful time if we don’t anally analyze too much.

I have decided to do the tango with Mercury, Luna and Neptune this week…a threesome may be fun!! I will go with the flow, dance sweet and low and get it on the go.

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I guess at this point I’m what the

French call ‘de trop’…

BILL

(smiles)  Maybe just a little around the  edges. ~ All About Eve, 

Until next time … fin

The Life & Times of Dante by Curtis International / Portraits of Greatness.

All about Eve  http://www.dailyscript.com/scripts/all_about_eve.html
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A little tango with George Raft !!
 

Day number 8 of the Holy Days of Christmas

Today illuminate your life by thinking of those friends that most inspire you!!

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“For Scorpio, the evolutionary aim is to face those shadowy places. To make the unconscious conscious. To break Taboos.”  Hare In The Moon Astrology

The 8th day of the holy days of Christmas brings us to the Hierarchy of Scorpio. This is a primal triad of my astrological signature. Scorpio and Neptune hand in hand are my ascendant rising planets. My life is this motif but not all the time. This takes me to two individual women who are my friends and teachers.

Gloria Hays was the head of the Esoteric Department of the Rosicrucian Fellowship and Shirley Sharp was the head of the Healing Department. This Rosicrucian Fellowship’s foundation is in Oceanside California and is based on the teachings of Max Heindel.

Gloria was a spiritual diplomat of the highest degree. She was a hostess and spiritual adviser and my friend. I use to love to watch Shirley play the organ in the Temple, barefoot. Her passion for music sounded the magic; ascending and descending on those of us sitting in the healing temple. We were surrounded by the 12 Hierarchies. These two women were my champions of  light in the darkness.

It has always been a passion of mine to study the mysteries of life and death; Gloria and Shirley are my friends on this journey.  Today my focus for this holy of holies day is on the two of them as teachers  and friends. Rest In Peace and…

“Tell we meet,

Tell we meet,

Tell we meet,

The Rosy Cross to greet,

Tell we meet,

Tell we meet

God be with you tell we meet again…”

http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk/

http://www.rosicrucian.com/rcc/rcceng00.htm

Day three of the Holy days

The hierarchy of Gemini illuminates our hands today.

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A Flower…Mom, camera and Holly 1990’s by Hudley

“They are to be visualized as flower centers, fragrant, luminous and endowed with the precious gifts of healing, and bestowing benediction” Pg. 11

Yet maybe a nice hug or pat on the back might be more down to earth and human. Anything that we do with our hands we can make it a caring or creative gesture; A moment of conscious awareness in action.

“Be still and Know that I am Goddess [God].” Psalm 46:10

Maia, is the Goddess of May the hierarchy of Gemini.

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“Romeo:

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Juliet:

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

Romeo:

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Juliet:

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Romeo:

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Juliet:

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

Romeo:

Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

Juliet:

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo:

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again.”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet